[Ah, and here we go. Aral fetches up a stick at his side and pokes at the fire. It gutters a moment, and finding fresh fuel roars up again in a new wave of warmth.]
And what would that be, Mr. Galeni? [He doesn't particularly expect an answer, but one, or the lack of one, would be telling in itself.]
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And what would that be, Mr. Galeni? [He doesn't particularly expect an answer, but one, or the lack of one, would be telling in itself.]